Saturday, September 10, 2016

377 - Krampus Needs To Visit The Audiences For Krampus Events, You Might Have Gotten ONE Bubba Through Grade School..., She's Stab-To-See-Bleed Cute, and Wrong Kind Of Queer - Search Under "Duck" Instead

[‎12/‎4 3:29 PM] Ms. Rose:
We're gonna go see Krampus tonight.
[‎12/‎4 3:35 PM] Mr. Silver:
May "Krampus" not suck...
However...
Sigh...
It's notable for being rated PG-13, BTW...I didn't expect that.
[‎12/‎4 3:36 PM] Ms. Rose:
Sooo...it's more scary than a PG-13 should be? Or the opposite?
[‎12/‎4 3:37 PM] Mr. Silver:
Most Christmas scare fests are historically pretty slashy
I was expecting an R
"The extreme graphic violence involving children would typically rate an NC-17, however the catchy musical soundtrack leaves both crying children and horrified adults singing and bopping as they drag their wrung-out souls from the theater in the grandest of G-rated wholesome family goodness!  Therefore an averaging was deemed appropriate."
"Gruesome, Gory, Gut-Wrenching, Toe-Tapping FUN!" Family Magazine
(LATER)
[‎12/‎7 10:24 AM] Ms. Rose:
We saw Krampus on Friday night. Highly disturbing and depressing. Nightmares well into the wee hours of Saturday morning. (But consider who's talking, so...)
[‎12/‎7 10:43 AM] Mr. Silver:
That good, eh?
:)
[‎12/‎7 10:47 AM] Ms. Rose:
It's been a long, LONG time since I've gone to a "kids" movie on opening night. And I was definitely feeling my age. I guess it was the way pre-teens and tweens and whatever they're called now deal with terror/horror – by laughing hysterically at everything that's not funny. I don't remember being that way at that age.
Theater was totally packed. There were like 5 adults in the whole place, including me. The movie had a couple funny bits, but the overall feeling was very not-funny, IMO. But the kiddies... non-stop laughter the whole damn movie.
And I was also surprised: It's PG-13, but there were two clear F-bombs and several others implied. And countless S-bombs.
(/end Ms. Rose's Movie Review)
[‎12/‎7 11:13 AM] Mr. Silver:
Samuel L. Jackson's: “The F-ing Night They F-ing Saved M-F-ing Christmas G-D It!"
[‎12/‎7 11:14 AM] Mr. Brown:
Krampus for the kiddos
[‎12/‎7 11:14 AM] Mr. Silver:
"Say you don't believe in Santa Claus again!  I DARE you!"
[‎12/‎7 11:15 AM] Ms. Rose:
LOL
[‎12/‎7 11:17 AM] Mr. Silver:
So...basically it sucked?
[‎12/‎7 11:26 AM] Ms. Rose:
No, it definitely didn't suck. The concept and the way they presented the "lack of Christmas spirit" was done very well. (The open credits are slow-mo shots of Black Friday shoppers punching each other out and trampling retail workers, set to one of those old-timey Christmas songs.) But me generally taking horror movies too seriously and the theater full of brats is what bothered me.
It is depressing. And it definitely does NOT have a happy ending. But if you're emotionally stable (or, not me) then it's worth it for sure. Neat story.
[‎12/‎7 11:27 AM] Mr. Silver:
So it's a film for at home
In the dark
Under a blanket.
Under the couch.
[‎12/‎7 11:27 AM] Ms. Rose:
YES!
[‎12/‎7 11:28 AM] Mr. Brown:
On Christmas Eve!
[‎12/‎7 11:32 AM] Mr. Silver:
Right
[‎12/‎7 11:32 AM] Mr. Brown:
For awhile everybody was good and joyful now everybody is hateful and wants everything now is the time for KRAMPUS
[‎12/‎7 11:33 AM] Mr. Silver:
Kramp-mas
On that note, in the Christmas parade this year, there was not one, but TWO groups of steampunk goths walking in the thing, but still no Krampus Korps
We GOTTA
[‎12/‎7 11:36 AM] Mr. Brown:
They were doing fire juggling tricks
Make a fire breathing Krampus
[‎12/‎7 11:40 AM] Mr. Silver:
All that fur?  no.
But I was considering a contact or two for some fire handling hobbyists...be a nice touch with the beasts
Even a sad Krampus team would be better than some of the (Cough! shameless  Cough!  advertising) floats we had this year.
[‎12/‎7 11:44 AM] Mr. Brown:
We need to decide on new krampus, or traditional.
[‎12/‎7 11:45 AM] Ms. Rose:
Whatever you decide, no matter how horrifying, will be absolutely hilarious to the under-35 crowd. I promise. :P
[‎12/‎7 11:47 AM] Mr. Silver:
Well, you see, that's what the planted audience members are for.
We'll have a kid every couple blocks in a distinctive outfit that we drag screaming from the crowd, beat the living tar out of him, throw him in the basket and roughhouse, and then dump a dummy out on the street in the same clothes.  Then move on.
It'll be a hit!
And bring criminal charges!
And will be THE last Krampus parade in (town).
[‎12/‎7 11:52 AM] Ms. Rose:
Hahahaha!
[‎12/‎7 11:58 AM] Mr. Brown:
"Mr. Silver? I think that was just a regular kid that was watching the parade. "
"I know, but makes it more scary."



[‎12/‎7 1:39 PM] Ms. Rose:
Naming your child Bubba automatically disqualifies him from Mensa and Nobel Peace Prizes.
And 5th grade.
[‎12/‎7 1:48 PM] Mr. Silver:
Fortunately his name is not really Bubba
[‎12/‎7 1:49 PM] Ms. Rose:
Most aren't, I've heard. But if you list it as Bubba on the birth certificate... [insert joke about stupid person].
[‎12/‎7 1:58 PM] Mr. Silver:
You are, of course, referring to the famous Cletus-Billy Bob Matrix?
[‎12/‎7 1:58 PM] Ms. Rose:
Hahahaha!
[‎12/‎7 1:58 PM] Mr. Silver:
Bubba” is a clean 8, if I recall
This reminds me of the only two tales I remember of "Hunter".
Freshman year college, Spanish, I made friends with a woman whose sister had married "Hunter"...a high scorer on the C-BB Matrix / Otis-Jed Parallax Tables.
She told many tales of how dim Hunter was, but I only recall two:
#1 - During extreme weather with flash flooding and confirmed tornado touchdowns, and the media blowing up to seek shelter, Hunter decided as a responsible neighbor to head out and knock on doors to see if everyone was ok.
#2 - Long ago there was a TV commercial for dog treats/food that ended with 3 happy dogs clapping their paws together in appreciation.  Hunter sees this the first time. 
"No way."
(friend, interested) "No way what, Hunter?"
"That commercial.  They might be able to get one of those dogs to do that, but not three of them all at the same time!"



[‎12/‎8 9:15 AM] Mr. Blue:
[‎12/‎8 9:15 AM] Mr. Silver:
"Aspiring mental patient"
"Might go into Convict-tecture"
[‎12/‎8 9:16 AM] Ms. Rose:
Looks like a plot for a new anime movie.
[‎12/‎8 9:17 AM] Mr. Blue:
Victim looks cute too!  Double whammy
[‎12/‎8 9:17 AM] Mr. Silver:
You and your crazy lethal girls



[‎12/‎8 9:25 AM] Mr. Blue:
I want to join this group! (some Craigslist gay group calling themselves "Sparkly Goats"...long gone.)
[‎12/‎8 9:26 AM] Ms. Rose:
SPARKLY GOATS! I want to join just for the name!
"...a rabbit named Stanley..."
I wonder what gender Stanley identifies with.
[‎12/‎8 9:29 AM] Mr. Blue:
Stanley is genderfluid pansexual and polyamorous
[‎12/‎8 9:29 AM] Mr. Silver:
(meeting them) "Well, I was really hoping when you listed yourselves as 6 queer guys, I was more hoping you meant exceptionally unusual...like goths or modern primitives or performance artists.  I'm not sure this is gonna work."

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